Stranger things have happened. Well, what do I mean by that? Other than tearing off a good sized penny from Sunstreaker's shoulder armor and finding out I have 'snow' powers life can take any sort of direction. Just not the direction I can expect. Sunstreaker has a patch of metal over the big sized golfball hole covering it.

"What do you mean we are being hailed to give over a child?" Sunstreaker askse.

I glare up towards Sunstreaker feeling ticked off.

"But Pr—" Sunstreaker stops then sulks. "Fine." I had my super duper lucky penny. "Can we just send one of our enemies to make sure that..um...you know?" He cowers. "I know—" Sunstreaker frowns. "Can we just show the human to her relatives?"

I put the penny into my pocket.

Sunstreaker looks down towards me.

"Megan Estep?" Sunstreaker asks.

"Oh," I said. "I know her. She is a Potterhead."

Megan also read through about six chapters of Haunting on Malbury Street during the time it was being edited and she stopped helping editing when I told her it had 23 chapters. I guess Megan did not like to read long stories. At one point Megan was a huge Twilight fan so I gave her a Twilight book I got for Christmas having all three books combined into one.

"But is she related to you?" Sunstreaker asks.

"On my mothers side, yeah." I said.

"Prime," Sunstreaker said. "We got a confirmation."

"What about Shannon?" I ask.

Sunstreaker raises a brow.

"Shannon?" Sunstreaker asks.

"My aunt," I said. "And Tara. Shannon's actually a blonde even though her hair loos red that's just because she dyes it." I pick my nose while talking about it. 

I can see the look on Sunstreaker's faceplate easily read 'Ew, boogers.' Sunstreaker is disgusted in a nutshell. 

"Shannon calls me 'Tink' even though I don't like it." I add.

"Okay," Sunstreaker said, with a grin. "Stop picking your nose, Tink."

I frown.

"I need to clear THIS one part of my nose!" I said. "Seriously, how does one breath with their nose full of solid snot?" I manage to get the irritating flat rough surfaced solid thing out of my nose. My nose feels a lot better. I held up my finger cheerfully. "Done!"

"Ew!" Sunstreaker recoils.

"Under the shoe it goes," I said, sticking the solid snot under my shoe.

"NO!" Sunstreaker cries. "Not my armor!"

Too late, it's under my shoe.

I grin, cheeky, up towards Sunstreaker.

"Too bad," I said. "I wouldn't want to eat my boogers."

"That is it, you're banned from my shoulder armor!" Sunstreaker said, and then drops me to the ground.

I miraculously land on my feet, A-okay, still with my backpack around my shoulders. I balance myself leaning forwards waving my arms in front of myself. I sigh with relief right after getting my point of balance regained. Sunstreaker lands on the floor sending me flying into the air about six feet and landing on my back side.

"Jeeze," I said,helping myself up. "What's with the fallin',man?"

"Yo—yo—" Sunstreaker said but I interrupt.

"I am cute?" I finish for him, with a huff. "I know!"

"No, you're—" Sunstreaker said but I interrupt.

"Clumsy?" I offer. My stomach grumbles. "That I am aware."

"You changed colors!" Sunstreaker said.

"I—what?" I said, folding my arms and grinning from ear to ear raising my brows. I wanted to mess with the yellow bot no doubt. "I turned green like the hulk?"

"No!" Sunstreaker protests.

"So I am not sick," I said.

"Yes," Sunstreaker said.

"Then I need something to eat," I said, hearing my stomach grumble again. It must be time to eat dinner.

Sunstreaker reaches into his back compartment then takes out a small plastic bag with two square white edible products with black zebra stripes. I held out my hands for the zebra cakes. Sunstreaker drops the little package. I catch the small plastic bag almost tripping over my shoes.

"Zeeebra cake!" I squeal, hopping up and down. "ZEEBBRAAA cakkes!" I take the zebra cakes out of the plastic bag, eat them, and wipe around my mouth of the remaining zebra cake crumbs. "Mmmhh, yummy."

Sunstreaker, all the while, had been tapping on the side of his helm where his audio receivers are. At first I thought he was trying to get sand dust outta that big helm of his but then I realized why would Cybertronians bother to make sand castles on a beach when sand can get bothersome to their gears. Sunstreaker hadn't said a thing when doing the tapping except for 'uh huh, huh,uh huh.' all the way to town.

Okay the last bit was an exaggeration and sort of a joke.

"You have a live skype request." Sunstreaker said.

"I don't use skype," I said. "Skype's for more social people."

"...It pertains to some relatives of yours." Sunstreaker said.

"Oh, where's the feed!" I said.

"Over there above the rails near the glass door." Sunstreaker said.

"I shall conquer thee with my height phobia!" I declare, running off into the direction of the large screen.

Yes I just said something in Shakespeare.

'Thee' in Shakespearean means 'you' if you were not aware.

Also did you know there is one scene in Thor, where during the production of it, the actors decided to use Shakespearean to explain what the scene was about? As I recall it was on the wikipedia page that indicated this was on one of Laufey's scenes. Why yes I do my research about anything I am getting interested into before continuing on writing in the fandom.

"Is that a yes?" Sunstreaker asks.

I roll an eye while running towards the table.

"If thee is not thinking, no." I said, mockingly.

I came to a stop at the left leg to the table. I shall conquer this climb, I thought, while sounding fancy in my head! I rub my hands together glaring at the rounded shapes sticking out. I go forwards then put my right foot on a flat square surface to the screw shaped part. Most of my life I have been learning stuff on my own, trying to do stuff on my own, and never really gotten the gist of tying my shoes.

I fail at tying my shoes so badly I knot them up.

Truthfully, my mom spoiled me.

I grab on to another rounded edge and lift my body up grabbing onto another circular part. My hand feels slippery and sweaty all of a sudden. I gulp thinking; don't look back. I continue this climb,nearly slipping off here and there, using the large rounded parts sticking out. Using the screws as means to go up reminds me of mountain climbing even though I have never done it before. I have seen people mountain climb on TV. Further and further I went getting closer to the dark ledge designed part of the table.

"Ew," Sunstreaker said. "Your shoes are dirty."

"Haters gonna hate!" I said.

I look over holding up my shoe.

It didn't look close to being dirty except what had been white—to the side—had specks of black that didn't match the shoes top dark half. The top dark half has 'C's in different colors: purple, yellow,red,pink,dark blue, light blue,and green. My tied up shoe laces are green,purple,yellow,and red. I use my right hand to take my shoe off. The pink fabric with black 'c's is scrunched up. I toss my shoe over the table.

Thump! Went my first shoe.

I take my other shoe off.

Thump! Went my second shoe.

The backsides of my shoes are light blue. The inside of them are purple. Just a little more closer, I thought, even though that phrase is grammatically insufficient; that'll do.  

I climb onto the last two rounded parts. 

I swing my right arm over the top surface of the table and then swing my left leg on it.

"Uh, do you need help?"

"Nope!" I refuse. "Me can do it!"

I wiggle myself on to the table.

"I did it!" I cheer. "Now to get rid of zhe fabric!"

I pick up my shoes and take out the pink fabric then ball them up into a bunch, stash them into my front backpack pocket, and zip up the front pocket. There is only whiteness in the area where my feet go. I put my feet back into the shoes. I hear a screen beep. I look up seeing Natalie, her blonde hair in a pigtail, and her big chubby face. Oh god the girl who annoyed me a lot two to three years ago because she was jealous of me staying with my grandparents still lives! I hoped she would have been raptured so other people can feel my annoyance.

"Hai sweet pea!" Natalie said.

Natalie's changed, though, since then.

But still, she is still a child.

"Don't call me sweat pea," I said.

Natalie backs off the screen.

"Is your daddy really that cute guy?" Natalie asks.

I rub my forehead.

Last year I showed Natalie, through google, who Loki is. Since then she has been referring to him as the cute guy also her sister—Megan—at the time was interested in Percy Jackson. Now I am not sure if Megan is still into Percy Jackson as she is a hipster. I still remember Megan coming out squealing about One Direction following her on Twitter and her ranting about carrots and spoons. I remember at one time she came out of the backroom—that had the best internet connection for her phone—ranting about spoons. Mostly the spoons part.

"Natalie," I said. "You know he has a name."

"Yeah," Natalie said. "But is he really your daddy?"

"He may be my father but not my dad," I said. "I prefer to call a parental figure 'dad' or 'mom' when they've at least tried even when they fail."

I don't call my mom 'mommy' or my dad 'daddy'.

Ew, that just sounds gross thinking of me saying that.

"Oh em gee!" Natalie said. "MOM, MOM, MOM!"

I saw Shannon, with her recently dyed red hair, come into the screen.

"Sorry tink," Shannon apologizes. "I told Natalie not to call until I had my hair ready."

"Uh," I said. "You look perfectly fine to me."

"Aw, thank you, Tink." Shannon said.

"Why thank me when you can thank yourself for looking fine?" I ask.

"MOM!" Natalie shouts. "She's related to the cute guy!"

"What cute guy?" Shannon asks.

"The guy from Marvels Mightiest Avengers except he's not the cartoon version," Natalie said. "The one with the horns."

Shannon looks towards the screen, puzzled, acting as if she hadn't the foggiest idea.

"You are not the daughter of a fictional character," Shannon said.

"I wish I can believe that," I said. "Apparently I am the daughter of a Frost Giant."

"Tink, I don't know what that is." Shannon said.

"A snow based gigantic person," I said. "Except Loki's more human looking."

"Wait," Shannon said. "Are you saying your dad is not Dan?"

"Moooom," I hear a drawn out complaint from Megan off screen. "They don't have any Harry Potter books here."

See, I told you Megan is a Potterhead.

Megan still wishes she gets a acceptance letter from Hogwarts for Christmas.

"Well," I said. "That doesn't explain how Natalie is aware of my heritage and you acting like it isn't possible." I glare at Shannon. "Pattie and Jane were raptured. You don't need to pretend in front of me."

"Well..." Shannon said. "I never thought much of him in the beginning. One day, when Christina hadn't told Mom about her pregnancy, he just got up and left. Dan and Christina followed him. After that day I never saw him again nor did Tara and everyone else."

"Did...did they know?" I ask.

"No," Shannon said. "They did not know about Loki."

Now since Loki acted like he didn't know me in the beginning and was annoyed by me then it is safe to say he wasn't aware about my mom being pregnant with me.

"Tink," Shannon said. "They told me what's going to happen next."

"Um," I said. "I don't know what's gonna happen next."

"There's a big spaceship with loaded cannons aimed at the ship with everyone inside it," Shannon explains. "Don't worry about Tara, Joel, and her two kids. They're fine. Isaac is watching a copy of Tarzan one of the Autobots was able to copy into their piracy websites a long time ago."

Load spaceship.

I turn around towards Sunstreaker.

"Cons?" I ask.

"No," Sunstreaker said. "They know about you."

"Chitauri?" I ask.

"Bye Tink!" Shannon said. "Make it a good one."

"No," Sunstreaker said.

Phew, that's a sigh of relief.

"Then who?" I ask hearing the screen beep off.

I feel a cold hard metal item place on my neck and I feel really tired. I fell over to the side into the darkness. My eyes came to a close. My grandparents never knew Dan was not my father. They never knew. How can that be? How for so long could they have believed Dan is my father? Dan tried his best to be a dad and for that I give him kudos.

Maybe something was done to my DNA and it was undone because of the radiation blast.

My thoughts ram into oblivion while falling asleep.